WHAT IT'S ABOUT:
Philippe
Lafrance is a well known reclusive writer whose life is suddenly thrown
upside down when the grandfather he never knew existed, dies. He
investigates the reason and learns that his family has kept secrets from
him. Deep, ugly secrets. Worse, a killer is murdering the men in his
family. He discovers that his father, then his grandfather, were
murdered by someone desperate to keep secrets buried.

Bereft,
Roxanne St-Clair is left to manage a restaurant when the only person who
ever mattered to her, her foster parent and mentor, is murdered. She
puts her life on hold to find his killer and bring him to justice.

Thrown
together by circumstance and a mutual goal, Philippe and Roxanne fight
their attraction and team up to find the killer, bring him to justice
and unearth the truth. To stay alive, they must keep one step ahead of
the assassin in order to prevent him from killing his next target,
Philippe.

Will they succeed in bringing to justice this killer
before Philippe becomes his next victim? Will they be able to deal with
the truth behind the deadly secrets?EXCERPT:

A
cold September breeze whipped at the fallen leaves near where she stood
in front of the mahogany coffin. Roxanne St-Clair‘s curly long strands
of hair were blown into her eyes. Unconsciously, she tucked them behind
her ear as she glanced over at the lone man standing across the coffin
from her. She turned her attention back to Father Joe, who was
completing prayers for the final farewell of George Lafrance.

From
his dark well-cut suit to his cold green eyes, this stranger, who
resembled George, had to be the estranged grandson, Philippe Lafrance.
The grandson no one knew existed until a few days ago.

Father
Joe closed his bible and lowered his head in silent prayer. Roxanne
took this moment to caress George‘s mahogany coffin in her own final
private farewell. She would forever be grateful and indebted to the
compassionate man.

Ten years ago, he‘d given her a chance at a better life when he took her in, becoming her last foster parent, her only family.

Father
Joe straightened and cleared his throat. "Before we leave, I wish to
take this opportunity, on behalf of George‘s family, to invite everyone
back to Rock Heaven, and toast George one last time." He gave a curt nod
to the stranger, then to Roxanne.

People nodded, mumbled
and began to scatter. Roxanne accepted the odd condolence but from the
corner of her eye she watched Philippe linger by his grandfather‘s
coffin. It looked as if he were saying his own farewell.

He
raised his head, and their eyes connected for a fleeting moment. Was it
sadness she saw in their depths? Quickly, he masked his angry jade eyes with aloofness. He acknowledged her with a curt nod, turned around and
left without a backward glance.

Her best friend, Vanessa,
leaned towards her. "You know Roxanne, in all the years I‘ve known
George, I never heard him mention a word about a grandson. He talked
about losing his son to a heart attack and his wife to breast cancer,
but not a word about a grandson. It‘s kind of weird, don‘t you think?"

Against her own better judgment, Roxanne wondered as well.

The
grandson had inherited George‘s build, from his broad shoulders and
trim waist to chiseled face. The only difference was, George never made
her heart flutter with a fleeting eye contact; his grandson did. She
tore her gaze from Philippe‘s retreating back and turned her attention
back to Vanessa. "He must have had his reasons."

"I
bet that‘s the only thing he has in common with George." Roxanne
couldn‘t help but stare at Philippe crossing between the cemetery gates.
He reached a blue Toyota, unlocked the driver‘s door and slipped in.